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Read Poem: The Old Cottage, by Smitha

A beautiful small cottage lay in the middle of a forest and was surrounded by streams, Smoke coming out of the chimney, and surrounded by tall trees, When wind blew across, it would open the windows and bang the doors … Continue reading

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